Ike sat brooding in the adjacent cabin. He was still fuming over the words Carrie Livingston had said to him in the fever pitch of her excitement.
"Overgrown oaf!" she'd said, "Opportunist! Why I ever let you marry Tricia in the first place I'll never know… this is all your fault!"
"That bitch!" Ike said out loud. She didn't care who I was when I was fucking her silly! It was hardly his fault that she dug men… and apparently to such an extent that she didn't care whether they were members of her own family or not! She was the one who had practically thrown herself at him that night anyway… and he couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it. What man wouldn't. Even if she was his mother-in-law! He bet there weren't any men who had a mother-in-law who looked and acted like Carrie!
Even now through his anger, he had to admit, he still got a hard on just thinking about her… and some of the things she had said to him in bed… not to mention what she'd done! But setting all that aside, Ike was still determined to get his revenge for what she'd said. He'd gone long enough pretending he didn't care that the Livingston family looked down on him. He knew they all thought they were God's favorites… and he had never been totally accepted by any of them. Even his wife, Tricia, was always talking about her daddy this and daddy that! Always comparing him to John Livingston in an unfavorable light! He'd get even with her too for all that… and by the time he was finished, he'd have every one of the Livingstons eating out of his hand!
"Where is Tricia anyway?!" he suddenly wondered, looking at his watch. It was 8:00 P.M. and he couldn't imagine what she was doing alone all this time! With a sudden inspiration, he decided to set up his video tape machine. Whenever she got back, he intended to record her homecoming… and his greeting!